Chain & The Gang, Shilpa Ray, DJ Peter Aaron

31
/ Jul
Friday
2015

Chain & The Gang, Shilpa Ray, DJ Peter Aaron

Venue
Front Room
Time
08:30 pm - 01:00 am
Price
$10 adv // $12 dos

Friday July 31st

Output Agency Ltd. presents

Chain & the Gang!
with special guests Shilpa Ray

+ DJ PETER AARON (of The Chrome Cranks)

$10 adv // $12 dos || 18+ || 8:30 DOORS // 9:30 SHOW

Tickets also available locally (cash only, no fees) at
outdated: an antique café // Rocket Number Nine
Jack’s Rhythms // Darkside Records & Gallery // Woodstock Music Shop

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CHAIN & THE GANG

Chain & the Gang is led by Ian Svenonius, the prime mover behind the bands Nation of Ulysses and The Make-Up, and author of two books, Psychic Soviet and Supernatural Strategies for Making a Rock ‘n’ Roll Group, not to mention online talk show host and auteur filmmaker. The band deals in a new genre called CRIME ROCK that updates rock ‘n’ roll, blues, and gospel music or vocal quartets from the late 50s /early 60s for the discerning few.

As Ian himself puts it: “If asked about it by a prospective fan, I would say ‘Watch out; it might hurt your feelings.’ Or ‘Be careful…there’s no telling what might happen if you put it in your ear.'” Why? Because Chain & The Gang isn’t for everyone. It’s not designed for the victims of Ikea who rely on robots to choose their background muzak, but it can also prove to be addictive and has some disturbing side effects.



SHILPA RAY

Nobody grows up wanting to be an artist’s artist. Appreciated by the sub sect of the sub sect is like being the beauty queen at the leper colony. Hell, anybody who claims they grew up wanting to even be an artist rather than an astronaut or a Cthulhu is probably lying or was a corny kid. Art is hard and degrading and generally bullshit. Your friends will find you irritating and your parents will certainly not throw you a parade. But if you’re an artist you’re an artist; the soul will fuck you every time, what can you do?

Shilpa Ray is, through no fault of her own, one of our unsung great artists. Having made her bones with the gothic Sturm und Drang of Beat The Devil and moving forward to the blues erosion of “…and The Happy Hookers” Shilpa Ray has been, armed only with an incomparable voice and harmonium haunted by the ghosts of dead lovers, perpetually crying in the wind, hoisting both middle fingers in the general direction of god. It’s not a life a wise man would choose. Shilpa Ray kicks against the pricks but the pricks keep coming. But, again, what can you do?